dispatch from the outskirts of hell - day 9

i may have fucked myself. i am on my ninth day of what could possibly end up being 70. why am i here? someone asked me to come and do sound on a project and it wasn't in africa. baton rouge in august might be worse. and that's where i am.

i sweat. i mouth-breathe. things go on around me and i smile at the movie-star, hoping to make her comfortable with us - the behind-the-scenes documentary crew.

the ten-day forcast calls for a continuation of the exact same weather we've had every single day: highs in the upper 90's, 90% humidity, scattered thunderstorms.

i cannot release any major details as i am bound by professional courtesy. we did film a powerful hollywood man's butt-crack today. hoorah!

also - i want to collect my sweat for a day and see how many buckets it fills. i guess two and a half buckets. i'll get a PA on the case tomorrow.